West Coast Cinderella Murs & 9th Wonder

[Intro/Sampled refrain]
West coast cinderella...

[Verse 1]

Now let me tell you 'bout this girl I know
Pretty little something with a heart of gold
Her name was Cindy, she was destined to great things
I'll start the story of when she was 'bout eighteen
She lived in this little house south of Arlington
Right at the bottom of the hill where the harlem's is
Three room
Mates, they gave her hell
Well they was sisters but you really cound't tell, cause
They would yell at her, would clown her
Nothing good to say whenever they around her
They Sat around all day and did nothing
Had two jobs, get pregnant and fucking
Wellfare queens who tought they slick
They tought they had a maid living of the week
They were just so mean, made her work double shifts at the crisp cream
So fed up she wanted to kick and scream
But she helded all in like Listerine
And it burned like so much venom in a mouth
But if she spoke up they probably kick her out
See, they had the same damn daddy, she had the different one
Momma was a victim of the old Hit & Run
Treated them like gold, tretad her like whatever
But Cindy kept hope that things will get better
Prayed every day for a miracle to come
Is amazing how beautiful a spirit had become
She dind't blend in to give in to the wackness
Stayed positive and that made her attractive
And that attracted a man she deserved
Handsome little devil with a heart like hers
He wasn't rich or drivin' a Bentley
It seemed like things were looking up for Cindy
I know you feeling like the world is against you
Hurt so deep you don't wanna continue